I like money, but God likes me

As expected, Shard kept his word. After such an episode, their relationship seemed to be the same as that of ordinary friends. However, when they returned to the coffee shop after school, they still failed to see the process of Shard turning into a child.

In order to see her turn into a child, she even sacrificed her appearance to kiss him. Unfortunately, after Shard kissed her twice to comfort him, he went back to his room upstairs.

After a while, the fragment appeared in front of her again in the state of a child. Underneath the cute appearance was actually the soul of a twenty-year-old girl. It was obviously very strange, but after appearing on the fragment, she felt that the fragment was very strange. cute.

She came closer and pinched Shark's little face, but the other party didn't show any reluctance or intention to stop her, and even his fair and tender cheeks turned red from her pinching.

But she didn't dare to pinch it hard, and red marks still appeared. It can only be said that the skin of the fragment was too delicate. This is a real-life version of Princess and the Pea.

"Sister is going to cook. You have to be good and don't run around."

A helpless expression appeared on Shark's face, but he said nothing.

She was probably used to her treating her like a child, and knew that even if she said so, it wouldn't have any effect.

The fragment of this world is quite well-educated. He will not take the initiative to communicate with her while eating. Only when she takes the initiative to speak, the other party will answer her.

After eating, she consciously took charge of washing the dishes. Fortunately, there was a dishwasher, so she basically didn't need to use her hands.

After everything was sorted, she and the fragments sat down side by side on the big sofa in the living room.

She originally thought of reading novels to relieve her appetite, but instead she read an abusive article. Halfway through, she started to be tortured by the plot and couldn't help crying.

An Ruo was playing a game, and when she heard the movement beside her, she turned around and saw the other person wiping tears while looking at her phone.

She frowned and put the mobile phone aside, then leaned over and took a look at the screen of her mobile phone. There were dense words on it, which seemed to be a novel or something.

She is not very interested in this kind of novels and other things. She only plays games on her mobile phone when she is bored, but it is not to the point of addiction.

If she hadn't been turned into a child now, she would definitely not choose to play with her mobile phone at this time.

"why are you crying?"

Su Yue quickly told her the plot she just saw.

“明明女主那么爱男主，结果男主竟然为了女二一直虐女主，真的哭死了，这个渣男，真想揍他一顿，还有女主，什么时候能清醒啊？ He’s too in love.”

After An Ruo heard what she said about the plot, she looked at her funny.

"The male protagonist is such a scumbag, but the female protagonist can still insist on loving her. She can only say that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer."

But she was still very dissatisfied that her girlfriend could be so upset.

So after comforting Su Yue and letting her go back to the room, she investigated the author of the novel and then made a phone call.

"Hello? Who is it?"

The female author's voice sounded sleepy and her tone was lazy.

"I want you to make the male protagonist in the novel miserable. It's best to die alone or die. In short, you can torture the male protagonist however you want."

It wouldn't feel good to directly write him to death, but it would be better to torture him and then die.

The female author was stunned for a moment and then said speechlessly:

"I'm telling you, kid, if you have nothing to do, go do your homework. Don't make fun of me, okay?"

"Tell me the card number and I'll transfer the money right away. Before tomorrow morning, I want to see the plot turn around."

After the female author was silent for two seconds, she tentatively reported her card number. She wanted to see what the other party wanted to do. Anyway, it was just a bank card number, and even if the other party knew it, they couldn't do anything.

But she didn't expect that what the other party said was true. Not long after she reported her card number, a text message was sent to her mobile phone. Looking at the string of zeros after a number in the text message, the female author silently pinched her arm.

Hiss, it hurts, it's real, it's not a dream.